“Nothing.”
Damon grinned. “You’re thinking about it, right? It’d be hot as fuck. Who’d we share?”
Elliot groaned dramatically. “You have a girlfriend. Should we really be talking about this?”
“Oh, come on,” Damon said. “It’s just a fantasy. Do you want to share Rochelle with me?”
“Dude! Rochelle would not appreciate you saying you’d share her with me.”
Damon shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. She’s kinda freaky. I bet she’d be into it.”
“I’m not having a threesome with you.”
Damon huffed. “But think about it.” He laid on his back, closed his eyes, and his hand wandered into his swim trunks. “I’d be kissing the back of her neck, and you’d be kissing her tits, and she’d be making noises and grabbing on to your back, leaving red marks on your shoulders—”
“What are you doing!”
“What?” Damon said, his dick getting rock hard in his hand. “I’m just thinking about how she’d bite and lick your neck, and you’d probably moan, and while you two were busy with each other, I’d lube up—”
“Damon,” Elliot said, but his voice was no longer upset. It was low and needy.
“Are you touching yourself?” Damon asked, not daring to open his eyes, wanting to stay in the fantasy, wanting to make sure nothing disturbed the images in his head.
“Yeah,” he said, and Damon could hear the faint noise of skin-on-skin, of Elliot’s hand stroking his dick. He sensed the slight movement from just a couple inches away. “Keep going.”
There was absolutely no way Damon was stopping now. “I’d lube up and fuck her ass, while you’d put your hard cock in her pussy. She’d moan and whine but wouldn’t be able to move because she’d have both of us inside of her. We’d fuck her so good we’d practically feel our dicks rubbing each other inside of her.”
He gasped. “Yeah?”
“Uh huh,” Damon said. “I’d grab her hips and thrust up in her, and you’d have to put your hands on my chest so we could keep in rhythm.”
“I’d have to touch you?” Elliot asked.
“Yeah, but her tits are rubbing on your chest, so you’d be focused on that.”
“And what would you be focused on?”
Damon stroked harder and thought about it. To keep the right angle, he’d probably be looking over her shoulder, looking at Elliot’s face as he fucked her. Looking at his face scrunched up in pleasure, his blue eyes soft with need.
“You,” Damon said.
Elliot whimpered, and Damon felt it shivering up his spine. His balls rose up, tight, and he had to slow his hand or he was going to come, and he wasn’t ready for this to be over.
“Because I’d, you know, have to keep the right pace with you.”
“Uh huh,” Elliot said.
“We wouldn’t come inside her though,” Damon said.
“Where would we come?”
“I’d keep the same rhythm with you, so we’d time it perfect to come together, and we’d pull out and stand beside each other, and she’d be on her knees, and we’d stroke our dicks together. We’d have to stand pretty close. Our hips and legs would haveto be touching, but we’d come all over her face. Our come would mix together.”
Elliot moaned, and at the same time, Damon came so fucking hard that it stained his swim trunks.
Stained them so bad that they had to sneak out of the hotel to buy him new ones. Damon told his mom he’d ripped the old pair.
It had never occurred to him that anything weird happened. They were fantasizing about fucking a girl.
